Well, shit.

I'll be passed on the street
while I try to sell my art
and play my music for a few
coins.

"Hey," They'll say,
"Didn't you used to be--?"
"Yep."
"Your life was planned out for you!"

And I'll tell them everything
after the part they already know.
After I was given money to attend schooling that I didn't want,
a degree that is given to undeserving people,
friends I wouldn't trade for anything,
a car that allows me to travel,
the gift of writing,
I quit and threw it
all away.
Just so I could start from the bottom and work my way back up.
After all, life is about chances...